The bloody Skull Killer (Author's Edition)

My sister was always kind of a bitch to me. Yes I did. Do I have to explain it to you? FEMALE DOG. My name is Kacey Bones, I'm 15 years old, and I'm going to Hood High School in Pennsylvania, and my sister might be a serial killer, but she's still my sister ... or so I thought anyway. I guess it all started when I discovered that my sister had a secret, a great secret that she was not telling anyone.

“This is the latest in the long list of robberies that started last week with the robbery of the Chinese embassy, ​​as well as the Gucci store and the Armani store. Experts say only a few items were stolen from the Pittsburgh Egypt Museum, but they include a rare ancient Egyptian curse skull that was the only one in the United States. This thief's method is said to coincide with that of the thief from the Chinses Embassy and the Gucci Store and the Armani Store. "

"That is so terrible." My mom exclaimed. "This has to do with immigration."

"Mother!" I said mortified.

"I agree with your mother."

"In other news ..." The television presenter sounded bored. "It's also World Epilepsy Week this week, and eclectics everywhere are gathering for the International Convention in Baltimore."

"It's time for school to finish your breakfast Kacey."

We went to school. I got to school and frowned at my perfect little miss sister, Samantha, although everyone called her Sam, which is a boy's name. She was hanging out with all her friends who were trainers and athletes even though our family was poor: Mom and Dad still brought her all the fancy clothes and cars she wanted because they spoiled her.

Look gang, it's little Kacey Bones. Hi Harvey Bones, when was the last time? The gang of thugs pointed and laughed, including my own sister. It was true that it smelled, but that was because I couldn't afford to waste water in showers or toilets, so my parents could afford their Gucci rings and high heels and a driving hummer.

"Shut up, I'll kill them all!" I screamed and slapped the closest in the face with my bag. My papers went everywhere, flying around the room and fluttering all over the floor around me. The bull fell to the ground, but two more came with knives, growling.

"You better use some Gucci tomorrow Kacey, this is a Gucci school." They growled.

"I would need Gucci if he saw me as badly as you do." It was true, they were two ugly and fat girls that nobody would like if they were not rich.

"You'll get what's coming for you, Kacey!" They screamed as they fled. Suddenly the bell rang. I went to class.

We were doing a math class with Mr. Blue, the math teacher, when suddenly an announcement came out about the school tannoy.

"All the students come to the gym for a big announcement, I repeat, all the students to the gym for an announcement!"

We all left class for the gym. Suddenly, down the hall, I saw Sam and his buddies right in front of me. I cringed through the crowd hoping they wouldn't see me and intimidate me. However, just as we were going to the gym, I saw my sister say something to her gang. Sure enough, she waved and separated from the group, not going to the gym, but down a side hall.

"What is that dumb dummy so far?" I was wondering. Well, there was only one way to find out. I slipped out of the crowd and followed her.

I saw my sister's leg disappear down the steps and I followed her. I went out onto the balcony over the gym, looking at the whole school gathered in the gym. For a moment I forgot my sister while looking at the director, who was speaking on the podium.

"Children, it is my serious news that I must announce something bad about one of the students at this school." There was a gasp from the crowd that echoed around the gym. "I have discovered that the identity of the bloody skull killer is one of the students of this school!"

"What?" I muttered to myself, in schok, my completely forgotten sister. The bloody skull killer? A student at my school? It seemed impossible! Who could it be?

"I don't think I will, Mr. Director!" Another voice suddenly interrupted, deep and sinister. They all looked around, trying to see who was speaking. Suddenly, I saw the figure on the beams. A black figure wrapped in a red mask. I recognized them instantly: the bloody skull killer! "I don't think you do that at all!"

"NO!" The director yelled, but it was too late. The bloody skull slayer took something out of his bag: it was the famous Native American supernatural curse skull they killed with, it resonated with supernatural power. The directors noo became a scream as they stared at the deadly red gaze of the skulls. He screamed in agony. Blood ran down the corners of his eyes. The gym was already in chaos, as students fled in all directions screaming. The director fell to the ground, a stream of blood gushing from his eyes. I ran down the stairs and ran through the adotitorium to where the director lay dying.

"Yes-" He whispered as his life spilled blood and his face turned gray. "Sister-"

"WHO?" I yelled "Who was it ?!"

"Sister." He whispered and died.

They picked us up from school and took us home. Sam claimed that she was ill and did not see her for the rest of the night, but that night she was spinning around, deep in thought. I'd seen my sister climb the stairs, and that was the only way to climb the rafters where the bloody skull-killer had hidden. It could be possible? That is what the principle had stated while lying dying. It was the only explanation, I realized with strong terror. But how had she done it?

The next day I went to school, but I only had one thing in mind: my evil sister.

Miss Legs, our advanced Spanish teacher was talking about something boring about the conquistadors, when suddenly our classroom door flew open and a boy poked his head in.

"You gotta see This! Come quickly! "The boy yelled, before disappearing down the hall. Miss Smith frowned and was about to tell the class to ignore the distraction when her phone rang. She answered, and a look of dismay crossed her Outside, in the corridor, we could hear footsteps and screams as people ran in. We got up and went out into the hall, following the crowd.

In the common area, someone had displayed a large, high-definition flat-screen television and was showing Fox News. I pushed my way through the crowd and was finally able to catch what the anchor was saying.

"-This video was taken just an hour ago as-"

"I can't believe it has happened again." Someone close to me muttered as the screen went to a kind of conference. I recognized the President of the United States shaking hands with Micheal Junto, the President of Mexico, in the garden of the White House. Suddenly, Micheal Junto's eyes lost their focus as he seemed to be looking the other way behind the camera. In an instant, the President of Mexico was yelling and hitting. He collapsed on the floor, spitting foam into his mouth. The crowd of journalists fell silent as a horrible rattle of death emanated from the Mexican president's twisted throat.

The camera spun as the cameraman tried to capture what the Mexican president had seen. He was frozen in place there in the common room while the camera looked at the White House. What vision could have struck a man with such deadly terror that he fell dead where he stood? I was afraid to see it. There, in the window! I saw the figure, all dressed in black, holding a skull from which the damn deadly light emanated: the fatal red light of death. The figure threw back its head in a silent attack of evil laughter as the cameras focused on its masked face. Masked, but still instantly recognizable. My heart skipped a beat as I realized that the bloody skull killer had struck again.

“The President of Mexico was declared instantly dead on the scene. From the killer, there was no trace. Police now suspect this was the work of the so-called bloody skull killer, who was recently behind a string of murders in the Baltimore area. "The reporter repeated over and over, but ignored it, as I could only focus on the On-screen image: The final shape of President Micheal Junto's death mask, his face twisted into a bloody red skull.

"Okay everyone, back to class." An educated man applauded to break the spell of the horrible image and reached out to turn off the television. Slowly, one by one, we all drifted away from the common area, back to our classes, but all unable to tear our imaginations out of that figure in the window, and the godless red light that had probed from his skull.

I was still traumatized when I got home that night, although Samantha was her usual preppy self. Mom frowned when I barely spoke when I sat down to join the family for dinner. He wore a cream and gold Armani jump suit and a Gucci medallion that said the word Gucci in a stylized font. She also wore black glasses and earrings that had two black diamonds on each ear and were made of gold. As usual I was wearing a pair of black Wal-Mart jeans and a black hoodie that I found in a garbage can.

"Kacey, are you okay? Do you look very pale? Are you sure you are not going to get Samantha's disease?

"No mom, I'm fine, really." I concentrated on rummaging around the large plate of green beans to make it look like I'd eaten some of the delicious green beans, but she wasn't buying it.

"Kacey Patience B, will you tell me what the problem is right now." Seeing my surprise reaction, my mother quickly softened. "What happened honey? Was it something, at school?"

"Yes mom was-" I found myself choking suddenly, and I had to look at my plate to hide the tears that were now welling up in my eyes. "-It was today's meeting with the President of Mexico and the President of America."

"The summit meeting?" My father seemed puzzled. "Casey, what are you talking about? What happened to the summit of the economy?

"The Mexican president ..." I finally gasped "He died. He was assassinated."

"No!" My two parents gasped simultaneously.

"He was killed ... by the bloody skull killer. We saw it on television. "

"Wow, that's horrible." Samantha flicked her eyelids at our parents, a perfect image of innocence. “I didn't even hear about this since I was in my room all day, sick. So there's no chance it was me. "

"No, of course not, Samantha, you are our perfect little angel, you would never do anything wrong." My parents said. "Maybe Kacey had something to do with it."

"Mom, I think I'm actually getting sick from Samantha's illness, I feel sick. Can I stay home tomorrow after school?

"Of course you can Kacey now eat your green beans, you need your strength if you're sick."

I ate some of my green beans but I honestly felt bad so I didn't eat many. However, he was not really ill, he was part of a ruse. A plan designed by me to find out once and for all if my sister really was behind the murders, to find out if my sister really was the bloody skull killer.

I waited until that night, and then I slipped out the window and down into the bush in front of our house. For protection, I had brought my dad's gun. Now to wait. Sure enough, I saw a movement in your window a little after midnight. The window opened and slid up, and she got out. She went down the side of the building and off the street ... so I followed her.

I followed her down the street, to the city center, to the museum. It was a dark and creepy building at night, shadows hitting high against its lighted facade. Sam's footsteps echoed on the marble as she climbed the stairs and disappeared inside. I followed her, and she finally reached her destination: the balcony over the roundabout, just out of sight from CCTV cameras.

I pointed the gun back at my sisters and took a deep breath ...

"I knew it! The whole time, it was you. I screamed, my voice echoing through the columns of the empty chamber. Samantha froze." Don't move Sam! "

"Kacey. You were always a smart cookie, huh? Samantha turned slowly to look at me. I recognized her instantly under the balaklava. No doubt it was her. The weapon wobbled slightly in my hand, but I kept it focused firmly on she.

"How could you Samantha? How can you be the bloody skull killer?

"You would never shoot me Kace. I am your own sister.

"I will. Give up, Sam.

She just smiled.

I know how you did it! It is really impressive. You broke into the Chinese embassy and stole a high-tech designer bio-weapon, and the gene designed it to induce epileptic susceptibility in your targets by editing their DNA. Then, using that ancient Egyptian cursed skull, they would flash a bright light, inducing the epileptic seizure, and making it appear that they died of supernatural causes. That's why he hit this week, because he knew that all the real epileptics at school would be away at the Baltimore conference so no one would see his ruse. You also wanted to protect your boyfriend. "

"How do you know all that?" Samantha suddenly seemed confused.

"Because I'm your sister Sam." It was at that moment that it hit.

I screamed as Gucci's sharp high-heeled blade hit my hand as Sam entered with a high karate kick. The gun flew out of my hand and slid across the marble floor. I barely had time to dodge it while his other leg flew, the heel almost cut my neck. I turned around, slamming down onto the marble floor. The gun was only a few yards away, and I jumped to my feet and ran towards it. Samanatha was faster. He broke the glass in the nearest display case and pulled out an old civil war rifle. Just as I was sliding toward the gun, the marble around him exploded in a shower of shrapnel. The gun leaked over the edge. It fell to the ground dozens of feet below. I was exposed, and my killer sister was going to kill.

"I was always the best sister." Sam slammed the butt of the empty wort into the air next to me, but I walked away. "Now I'm going to kill you."

I rolled away as she walked away again. Fallen into my trap. We had maneuvered so that our original positions had changed: Sam's back was now on the edge of the balcony, and at my feet was the Gucci bag that Sam had dropped there. Before she could figure out what was going on, I reached into the bag and pulled out the skull.

A horrible red light swallowed the room. The deadly gaze of the cursed skull fell on my sister.

"NO!" She screamed in a heartbreaking barely human of sheer terror. But it was too late. As I watched, my sister's face contorted in the red light, her mouth opening wider and wider in a scream of silence. There was a burst when his eyeballs exploded, and then a horrible deep sigh. She slumped back, dead, and fell onto the railing, into the darkness. It all ended with a loud slap echoing below.

"Love you sister". I whispered, but she was already gone.

A few seconds later, the police broke into the museum's main door and smashed grenades through the door. Smoke exploded everywhere.

"Everybody raise your hand, this is the police!"

"I'm innocent," I yelled as they ran inside and pointed their weapons at me. Suddenly, the police chief looked past me and saw my sister's fallen form on the floor behind me. Slowly he lowered his weapon and looked at me.

"Are you Kacey Bones?"

"I am, and I think my sister killed the President."

"You're right boy, we had an anonymous notice that told us to come here." He agreed with the impression. "I think you just arrested the bloody skull-killer ..."

Police officers took me outside to an ambulance where a doctor checked me up and bandaged me for the cuts on my face made by my murderous sister. While the doctors were treating me, the police chief approached me with Samantha's black Gucci bag. Behind him, I saw two doctors in white coats carrying a stretcher carrying a black body bag to the prison ambulance.

"The doctors did a DNA test on her sister and confirmed that she was the killer." She looked at me generously. "You were very brave."

"Thanks, I was doing what anyone would have done."

"This was hers. Because she's dead, this is yours now. The policeman handed me Gucci's black bag, heavy with the weight of the bloody skull of the bloody skull killer.

"Thank you officer."

"You are free to go home, do you want to be taken home?"

I nodded and he took me in the police car back home. Inside, my parents woke up to the sound of knocking and came to the door.

"Kacey? What's going on? Where's Samantha?"

"Mr. Bones, Mrs. Bones, I'm afraid to tell you that I have bad news about your daughter ..."

The police entered and began to explain the whole story to my parents. While doing so, I went up to my room. When I was sure the police and my parents were distracted talking, I silently crossed to my sister's room on the other side of the door. Opening the door as quietly as I could, I turned on the light. Quickly, before my parents could hear, I walked over to the bed and grabbed the clothes and the note, and ran to the garbage room. I took one last look at the note, which read:

Put this on and meet me at the museum at midnight

~ Kacey x

I quickly threw the two of them into the garbage dump and saw the fire consume them as the flames reflected off my face. When I was sure that all the evidence was destroyed, I returned to the living room where the officer was finishing the story with my parents.

"-And so, that's why the bloody skull killer won't attack again. All thanks to your daughter here.

"Kacey, you are a hero." My parents said. "Thank you, the bloody skull killer will not kill more people."

"Thanks mom, thanks dad." He looked proud, but deep down, he was smiling. He had a feeling the bloody skull slayer would strike again, and very soon. Very soon indeed.